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The small things have such power to bring memories. Every once in a while I'll smell a fragrance . . . I don't even know what it is . . . and I'll have a powerful reminder of my childhood and my mother. Thanks for this posting!

Well done. I loved the imagery, especially the hydrangeas. They're one of my favorite flowers. This piece reminded by a lot of my childhood home. My father would hang swings that seemed to dangle us twenty feet in the air. Terrifying and exhilirating.

I like the way you bring in all the senses -- just the thought of wiping up the windowsill and smelling the combination of dust and mildew makes me think of very old big farmhouses with closed off rooms...like the one my grandparents lived in during the 40s.